" We finish getting dressed quickly and head out to the car. I open the door for you and we take off. As we approach a stop light I hand you a small b...ag telling you to open it up. Opening the bag you find a small remote controlled vibrator. "Slide it in baby,” I whisper. Shocked that you are considering doing this when it is not even fully dark yet, you reach into the slit of the dress and pushing the thong aside, you slide the small toy inside of you. Immediately after you feel it buzz as I. My dad’s eyes widened upon seeing Morgan. My mother exclaimed, “Morgan, you look great! Evan, you look better from standing close to her.” I grinned and shuffled closer to Morgan.My parents grinned at us. A couple of moments later, Susan walked into the room. Morgan said, “Good. We’re all ready. Do you want to ride with Evan and me or with Mister and Missus Jones?”She said, “I’ll ride with you.”Morgan said, ‘Very good. Let’s go then.”We went to our cars and Susan was handed into the back seat. “Yes mommy I’ve done it 3 times before”. I had never seen my mother so furious. I had not only disobeyed her but I had lied to her on top of it. “You have shown rudeness, disobedience and you have been lying, don’t try protesting I see you are about to. What happens when you act like a naughty little girl?” “I get a hard bare bottom spanking mommy”, without another word, I pulled the straps of my dress down letting the silk dress I was wearing slide down my curvy body. I then slid my pink thong. They monitored my phone calls, and implemented a strict curfew. They did drug testing on me regularly during the school year, and at least twice during summer months. I was, in effect, their prisoner. I had already been convicted in all but name. All this was thanks to my older sister, who had lived a wild and carefree teenager's life, a bit too well.They took action, in my case. I came to dislike my parents, intensely. To this day, they never have understood why I dislike them. Some people are.